Prom? Already? Already Over?
A baby who always navigated the world in her own way, a scoot rather than a crawl.
A tiny girl with a white-blond cap of hair, standing underneath a newly identified crabapple tree: "Don't let the crabs out!"
A kid in elementary school, taking advantage of Montessori freedom to write cat stories with her girlfriends all day long.
A 10-year-old homeschooler, volunteering at the animal shelter.
A middle schooler, making a graduation speech in which she minces no words about the diappointments wrought by administrative changes.
A high school freshman, stiffening herself against almost unbearable loss and heartache.
A sophomore, realizing that she's "maybe smarter than I thought!"
A junior, reconsidering the above.
Friday, a senior going to her last high school classes EVER.
Last night, a girl with a prom dress and a date.
Tomorrow, back to the animal shelter, after an absence of five years, for a month-long senior project.
It was all too fast.
I love you, sweetie.